Woorden: That Dog. Retreat From The Sun. Long Island.

You're pretty dreamy for a boy from Long Island
You should come to see me on my western horizon
Seems as though it's 'cause we're never meant to meet
But I just look at you and know you're pretty sweet

I want to set a place for you at my table
We can sit forever watching reruns on cable
Take you driving in my brother's beat up car
(Drive)
Sharing a cigarette and wish upon a star together

So you say you like my shirt
(I like your shirt)
And you say you've got a lot just like 'em
(I've got a lot just like 'em)
And I hear you wrote a song about me
(La la la la)
(Aah aah aah)
By definition, a crush must hurt
(Aah aah aah)
And they do, and they do
Just like the one I have on you

I want to set a place for you at my table
We can sit forever watching reruns on cable
Seems as though it's 'cause we're never meant to meet
(Though)
But I just look at you and know you're pretty sweet

So you say you like my shirt
And you say you've got a lot just like them
And I hear you wrote a song about me
(Aah aah aah)
By definition, a crush must hurt
(Aah aah aah)
And they do, and they do
Just like the one I have on you

You're pretty dreamy for a boy from Long Island
You should come to see me on my western horizon
Take you driving in my brother's beat up car
(Drive)
Sharing a cigarette and wish upon a star together